No oven-cooked chicken for me tonight I’m afraid. My little portable stove and nice glass table that used to sit in the lounge (not the stove silly) are now AWOL, the victims of being taken back into custody by their rightful owner.
Okay, I’m being a little silly here, but basically this is the intro for my little write up about last night’s visit by Liz to my place. I had been keeping those two items for her until she finally got her own flat in Stellenbosch, which obviously has now finally become a reality and which now means I need to go shopping on Saturday – again.
It was kind really strange opening my front door to the girl I had kicked out of my life almost a year ago and haven’t seen since, and to be honest, I wasn’t all that sure on how it would go down. Unfortunately Chantelle couldn’t be there as she was working, which is kind of a pity because I would have liked her to meet my ex, even if just to be able to finally put a face to the name. Of course, I wasn’t the only one who found the experience a little’ unsettling, but it turned out that in the end, nothing had really changed for either of us and we got on just fine.
In all honesty, it was actually really good to see her again and catch up on all the news surrounding her family and our friends in Stellenbosch and we spent a good couple of hours filling each other in on what has been going on in our lives over the past year. Of course, I ended up bragging about Chantelle all evening long while she regaled me with photos and stories from their recently completed 10 day European skiing holiday in Austria.
Of course, not all the conversation was catch-up news type stuff and we did delve into a couple of more serious topics and I’m glad to say that there really aren’t any unresolved issues hanging in the air or anything like that between us. In fact, we both concluded that while our long dead relationship had served its purpose just as God had intended it to do, the Plan has significantly moved on since then for the both of us.
I’m glad to see that Liz is doing well, she seems really happy at the moment, both in her studies and her family life. If I look back at what she’s been through and what I helped her recover from, I can’t help but be amazed that she is growing up to be such a well-adjusted and content person, and if anything, I’ll always hang on to that proud feeling of achievement that I get from thinking that the Lord had specifically placed me in that situation with the express purpose of saving her from her personal demons all those years ago.
Obviously Chantelle didn’t feel all that comfortable about last night’s visit, and obviously I can’t blame her for that and I respect her feelings above all else. But I won’t lie, it WAS good to see Liz and catch up on all the news with her and I’m glad that we are still on such friendly terms with one another. Maybe it is the last time I ever see her, I don’t know – but I do know that I am glad to know that she is doing well and things are going well for her. –
You know, the thing between us or whatever we might once have had for one another is long, long dead, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep her on as a friend because I know from first hand experience just what a good friend she makes.
Although, stealing my stove and table isn’t perhaps the best way to show it! :P